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With his jeans and underwear decorating his lower legs, every thick, hard inch of him was on display. She placed her hands on his thighs. From her position—eye level with his erection—it looked as if every part of her Navy SEAL was supersized, from his biceps right on down to his cock.
This U.S. Navy SEAL was perfect, from his erection to his commitment to his country. And the latter, the way he’d spoken about his desire to serve until he physically couldn’t do the job, meant they would hit a dead end eventually. She wouldn’t need to choose between her career and him—and neither would he.
She ran her right hand up his leg and wrapped it around him. Gently, enjoying the feel of his warm, soft skin against hers, she pulled upward. When she reached the head, she released the pressure and drew her hand back down to the base.
“Chrissie,” he said, reaching for her. His palm brushed her cheek. But he stopped short of drawing her mouth to his cock. “Honey.”
Oh no, she wasn’t done with him yet. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up from her hand to the tip of his erection. And then she wrapped her mouth around him.
For a second, she felt him tense, and she wondered if she’d done something wrong. But then he groaned, and the deep, rumbling sound filled the room. She raised her hand up to meet her lips as her tongue swirled around the head. She drew her hand down again and teased the slit, tasting him.
“Chrissie,” he tried again. She glanced up, her mouth still swallowing him. He looked down at her, his dark eyes on fire with desire.
Or maybe she’d read him wrong, because the next second, he cupped her cheeks and tried to guide her mouth away from him.
“I have one problem,” he said.
She cocked her head. “Please don’t tell me I found the one SEAL who hates blow jobs.”
He laughed. “No. I fucking love what you’re doing. Let’s be clear about that, but—”
She pumped his cock and watched as his jaw tightened. “I’ll fire you again and rehire you after, but I’m not walking away.”
“Yeah, that’s not it.” He reached out and traced a path across the bare skin just above her tank top. His fingertips dipped below the neckline and grazed the swell of her breast. “You’re still dressed. And that’s just plain unfair.”
“And SEALs always play fair?” she murmured, her hand moving faster, up and down his hard length.
A heartbeat later, he had his hands around her waist. He’d caught her by surprise, and she released his cock rather than fight to maintain her position. Then he lifted her with ease, turned, and tossed her on the bed. She landed on her back.
“No, we don’t.” He pressed one knee at her side into the bed as he reached for her shorts. He stripped them off, along with her panties, in one swift movement. “Consider that lesson number two.”
Chapter Nine
If given the choice, Dante would rather sit in freezing cold water all night like he’d done during Hell Week than pull her mouth away from his cock again. It had been a long time since a woman had serviced him that way—or hell, any way. But he didn’t want to come first tonight or any other night.
Before he mimicked her performance in Vegas and passed out from pleasure, which, shit, just might happen, given her talented touch, he wanted to hear her cry out as she fell apart.
“You want to play dirty?” she asked as she planted her feet on the bed. She let her knees fall open. Her legs formed a diamond shape on the bed, offering him one helluva view. Her legs were bare, but blond curls covered the space between them. She might possess a body to rival a teen pop princess, but Chrissie was 100 percent woman.
She’s so flexible… The things I could do with her…
If their “lessons” continued…
And she wanted to transition to naked combat…
“Yeah,” he managed, his gaze still fixed between her legs. “I want to play dirty. And wet.”
“Maybe a little rough?” she murmured.
He looked up and saw the question in her blue eyes. He’d been desperate to get her on the bed. He’d tossed her down onto the hotel blanket. But rough sex? That had never turned him on.
“Wild, honey.” He leaned forward, and his good knee pressed into the mattress. He placed one hand on the bed and used the other to pull up her shirt. “I’m going to drive you wild and worship you from head to toe.”
She nodded and curled up to allow him to wrestle her out of her top and bra.
He tossed her clothes aside and reached for her breasts. “And I’m going to start right here.” He lowered his mouth to her chest. His tongue glided over the swell of her full breast and swirled a circle around her nipple. Then he wrapped his lips around the tight peak and sucked hard.
Her moans tempted him to stay right there. But he had plans for the blond curls between her splayed legs. She arched her low back as he moved south, but her knees remained flat against the mattress.
